★ III ★
When Neill came to, he found himself lying fully dressed on the bed in his room at the Hotel Stafford. For the moment his mind was a blank; he was only aware that he felt terrible. The sun was streaming in and he glanced at his watch. Nearly twelve o’clock. He sat up, pressing his head between his hands, and presently staggered into the bathroom to get water. What has happened? he kept asking himself.
Suddenly recollection returned; Janet; the Lord Baltimore Hotel; Prescott Fanning; the taxicab. Good God! Fanning doped me! he thought. But how? how? I was watching him. The dope must have been in the wet glass when he brought it from the bathroom! O God! what a fool I was!
Neill went through his pockets. His money had not been touched, but a glance in the other side of his wal
